So it's true, then -- people keep appearing here, all the time. It's not that X didn't believe all the welcomers at the Dreaming Bridge, but seeing it for himself is humbling. Or, well, not seeing. Hearing for himself.

"X," he says, before remembering that's not usually enough. "That's me," he adds with a chuckle. "X. It's good to meet you, Zephyr."

There's a small cafe out of the way down the next street, so X heads in that direction with a gesture. "Down here."